It is no novelty to be stared at, or even to have her company’s behavior hobbled or speech stilted. It has become familiar, the disarray that spreads out around her like a shockwave, and it is easy to mistake Melinoë’s awkward greeting for a recovery from Kensa’s own oddity. The sabino Primarch understands herself to appear a bit alien to some, a shock to the system and she has grown used to giving them time to orient themselves. She does not imagine that her company does not expect a greeting to involve the capturing of scents (Kensa’s of opium and alpine air) or sense that Melinoë is anything other than what she appears to be.
—as far south as one could get. Another might turn their head to seek the southern horizon with their eyes but Kensa knows there is nothing there but the sea cliffs and vast water separating their continent from everywhere else. The blue maned woman is not from the South of Beqanna, but some other distant place. At the word banishment Kensa’s brow takes on a concerned stitch but she does not wear a look of pity or fear.
“There are no doubt worse places to be banished than this. You will stay a while?” Of course Kensa’s question comes across as hopeful rather than detachedly curious and the tired parts of her are annoyed by it. Certainly Kensa ought to have learned by now to wear her cold and careful face whenever possible, but she is drawn out-of-doors by some intangible mystery and shows herself once more. Curious, kind, hungry for life. It is a strange turn of events that has someone like her so interested in the company of a being like Melinoë, but of course Kensa hasn’t the slightest idea who she’s speaking with. She knows only that there is something here she does not understand, and that the other woman’s blue eyes seem brighter in the company of her like-colored forelock.
Realizing that her earlier statement might be tone-deaf considering that Melinoë is in fact banished from the home she has always known, Kensa frowns at herself thoughtfully before she asks “It isn’t too uncomfortable here...in comparison to where you came from?” She does not exactly mean the weather, or the terrain, or even the people of Beqanna. Of course they have only just met, and whatever the blue-black mare’s answer may be Kensa does not expect her to divulge anything at all, she only means to acknowledge her loss and offer an ear.
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@[Melinoë] Sorry this took me so long. I was away for about a week. I love Melinoë, Kensa is weird. <3
